Текст песни c n t b R 3 A L - KHIOKEN

Turbo how I speed it up
I been feeling kinda bad
How you do that schmutty walk?
Throw the 5 on all them hoes
Bih gon ask me "are you high"
Cmon luv you oughta know (Let's go)
Brand new Palndrome
I'm boutta put a lil switch on the flow

Like how in the fuck do you kick it with Krams?
C'mere lil hoe let me tickle ya' throat
Somebody told me you mad bout a bitch
But I ain't even know that you bleed out ya pad

All of that money you making we already had(S'Go)
Black on black on black (S'Go)
Rat,rat,rat he tell
Give her that D she failed
Got me a bucket, a pail
I'm boutta jump out the gym for da dunk
Why would I beef with a boy thats a punk?
Shoot,shoot

Off white 1s I feel "Like Mike"
If I point then he gon' strike
We do donuts at the light
Like why would I fuck her I know what I like?

You wanna cuddle I'm packing ya' up
No more room in the Matte Black Scat
Too many bitches we lapping em' up
Tell me that shit ain't real

You gotta tell me that shit ain't real
I wanna know how the fuck do you feel?
I hadda put down the perky, the pill
And they be Jacking my shit I ain't Jill

You want the blood well come get you a (Blatt)
Nigga be talking and telling you lies
Come see about it you know where I'm at
I'm boutta load up and take em' to work

Feeling like Wemby they call me the first
(How all yo' bruddas reside in da dirt?)

Turbo how I speed it up
I been feeling kinda bad
How you do that schmutty walk?
Throw the 5 on all them hoes
Bih gon ask me "are you high"
Cmon luv you oughta know (Let's go)
Brand new Palndrome
I'm boutta put a lil switch on the flow

Like how in the fuck do you kick it with Krams?
C'mere lil hoe let me tickle ya' throat
Somebody told me you mad bout a bitch
But I ain't even know that you bleed out ya pad

All of that money you making we already had(S'Go)
Black on black on black (S'Go)
Rat,rat,rat he tell
Give her that D she failed
Got me a bucket, a pail
I'm boutta jump out the gym for da dunk
Why would I beef with a boy thats a punk?
Shoot,shoot

Off white 1s I feel "Like Mike"
If I point then he gon' strike
We do donuts at the light
Like why would I fuck her I know what I like?

You wanna cuddle I'm packing ya' up
No more room in the Matte Black Scat
Too many bitches we lapping em' up